People = Shit

Come on
Here we go again motherfucker

Come on down and see the idiot right here
Too fucked to beg and not afraid to care
What's the matter with calamity anyways?
Right! Get the fuck out of my face
Understand I cant feel anything
It isn't like I wanna sift through the decay
I feel like a wound
Like I got a fucking gun against my head
You live when I'm dead

People = Shit
People = Shit
People = Shit
People=Shit, come on!

Satan!
One more time motherfucker!

Everybody hates me now so fuck it
Blood's on my face and my hands I don't know why
I'm not afraid to cry
But that is none of your business
Overdo it, don't tell me you blew it, stop your bitchin'
And fight your way through it
I'm not like you
I just fuck up
C'mon mother fucker everybody has to die

People = Shit
People = Shit
People = Shit
People=Shit!

People=Shit (What you gonna do?)
People=Shit (Not afraid of you)
People=shit (Everything you'll never be)
People=Sh-hi-hi-hi-it. Oh yeah!



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Fehn, Nathan Jordison, Paul Gray, Craig Jones, Michael Crahan, Mickael Thomson, Sidney Wilson, Corey Taylor, James Root
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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